en elke dag aan ‘t strand
                                                                 verzamel ik golven
                                                                 kam na kam

                                                                 de kleine zachte die
                                                                 in ‘t stille zwijgen
                                                                 in zand zich werpen

                                                                 en hoge die door wind
                                                                 gebroken rollend
                                                                 in de branding stormen

                                                                 maar ook de blauwe
                                                                 van de zonnedagen
                                                                 grijsgroen geschuimd

                                                                 ‘k verzamel hen
                                                                 draag hun gefluister
                                                                 hun gezang
                                                                 met mij door al mijn lijden
                                                                 oeverloos en stom.


                                                                 sunset 13-08-2011